Millicent
He made good on that vow. His lips traced over my ankles, then up my calves, slow and deliberate, making my knees weak before he even reached the backs of them. He lingered there, nipping at the tender spot, then moved higher, spreading my thighs wider as he kissed his way along the inside. When he finally reached the edge of my underwear I was trembling, already dripping with need.
"Please," I gasped, shameless and desperate.
His mouth curved into a wicked smile. "Please what? Use your words."
"You. I need you, Abel. Please."
He slid the lace down with careful hands, groaning when he exposed me. He pocketed the scrap of fabric like it was a prize he wasn't giving back, then looked at me with raw hunger before burying his mouth between my thighs.
The first drag of his tongu
